I am poem


I am a fighting star
I wonder if I will make it
I hear my theme song play
I see the pitcher wind up
I want to win
I am a fighting star

I pretend the crowd is yelling
I feel the crack of the bat
I touch 3rd base
I worry if I can make it home
I cry when I lose bad
I am a fighting star

I understand when I get out
I say that I will get a homerun
I dream of the trophy
I try to hit the ball hard
I am a fighting star